Tony6Strings
Esteemed member
I am a recovering addict putting my life back in order after one hell of a relapse. I had over two years under my belt where I only used cannabis, psychedelics and my prescribed methadone. Not long ago I went through a horrible experience that felt like it was ripping my heart into a million fucked up little pieces, and used this as an excuse to tie one on.
I got loaded up, down and sideways. This caused real problems in my life, made things way worse. For a little while I thought every day about checking out early, it was an idea I could not leave alone. Silly, really. I love my life, I just hated the pain I was going through. I just used and drank more and more every day to try and kill it all. Numb up a little. Not feel.
Halloween morning things came to an ugly head and I went to jail. Was busted with 100 benzos in my pocket. In a way I'm kind of grateful, if I had kept it up like I was I may not have been here to write this. Definitely a wake up call.
It's been a little over a month now. Have stopped drinking. Have stopped smoking cannabis. Have stopped everything else besides my daily dose of methadone, nightly harmalas and spice, and the occasional cactus trip. Each night before my smoalk I set an intention to heal and to grow.
My choice to relapse fucked up my life. I am determined to put it back together. It feels like back to square one all over again, but so be it, that's way better than wallowing in my own misery.
If you can relate and/or have any advice I am all ears. Thank you guys for being here for me when I was falling apart.
I got loaded up, down and sideways. This caused real problems in my life, made things way worse. For a little while I thought every day about checking out early, it was an idea I could not leave alone. Silly, really. I love my life, I just hated the pain I was going through. I just used and drank more and more every day to try and kill it all. Numb up a little. Not feel.
Halloween morning things came to an ugly head and I went to jail. Was busted with 100 benzos in my pocket. In a way I'm kind of grateful, if I had kept it up like I was I may not have been here to write this. Definitely a wake up call.
It's been a little over a month now. Have stopped drinking. Have stopped smoking cannabis. Have stopped everything else besides my daily dose of methadone, nightly harmalas and spice, and the occasional cactus trip. Each night before my smoalk I set an intention to heal and to grow.
My choice to relapse fucked up my life. I am determined to put it back together. It feels like back to square one all over again, but so be it, that's way better than wallowing in my own misery.
If you can relate and/or have any advice I am all ears. Thank you guys for being here for me when I was falling apart.
I love sour candy. Soup, I love soup with pork rinds floating in it. Pecan pie covered in whipped cream (had it for thanksgiving and now it has become a staple in our home). I'm up to 165. My goal is 180. Exercise, I walk outdoors on a daily basis. I also play guitar daily, which is more physical exercise than one might think at first. Rest is great, I sleep well most nights. 

